Correction Paroles Saint Jameson par Dot Cromwell

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Lord, help me
I'm pulling all-nighters to set myself free
Thought we was cool, guess not, guessing I wasn't worthy
You talking to strangers like you gon' earth me
I don't seem like it, but shit hurts me
I promise, once you go too far there's no mercy
Damn, mommy, let me get out, too soon alone
Too many niggas and too many hoes, too many sent to the funeral home
Could of been me, but it was you resting in peace
Half of them gone facing the east, making Salaat, making a plot
They ain't gon' give it I'm taking a spot
If you in my way then I'm taking a soul
f*ck do you think that we came in here for?
Look, I been to the bottom, the f*ck can we go?
Look, I don't think I'ma ever go home
Darkened her day, she dropping the phone

One more shot of Jameson, I promise I'll be quiet after this
Just let me talk my shit now
One more shot of Jameson, I promise I'll be quiet after this
Then you can shut this shit down
One more shot of Jameson, I promise I'll be quiet after this
Just let me talk my shit now
One more shot of Jameson, I promise I'll be quiet after this

Lord, help me
I'm feeling like Tony away from Melfi
My new jawn taking selfies, vanity is never healthy
But who am I to act like I ain't shallow?
All searching for treasure in that bottle
I'll have more than I have today tomorrow
My tab is open, we should do two more, though
The faces 'round me changing, where they all go?
My family done packed up, they moved out to Maryland
As far my ex concerned, she think I'll never care again
She Nancy with the laughing face, I'm moving at the fastest pace
Montecristo by the case, pour a couple with my ace
You on my case again? Back to the wind, I'm flying out
She crying out and dialing out, why I don't love her, though?
Why I'm so mean for? She don't really wanna know
Had too many close calls, collisions, and pitfalls
I'm pissed off, if this is what life 'bout, I'm wiped out
My little cousin— I love her all the same, though
These niggas getting iced out, they tryna make a name, though
We growing up dumb fast, it never be the same, though

Lord, help me
Lord, Lord
After this, after this
Just let me talk my shit now

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